Hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted.
They hurriedly pulled open the curtains on the portholes, eager to see the situation in Noiksoot Village below.
In the polar night, a village blanketed in ice and snow came into view.
Pure white snow cloaked the entire village in a thick, silvery layer. Heavy drifts covered the rooftops, lined the roads, and clung to the tree branches.
Under the glow of the lights, the snow glittered, making the scene as beautiful and serene as a fairytale world.
Most of the houses in the village had a distinct local style—some were low-slung, while others had pointed roofs. They were scattered in a pleasingly irregular pattern, and a few wisps of cooking smoke rose slowly into the air, adding a touch of life to the cold, polar night.
After Yves deliberately lowered the plane's altitude,
the view for everyone in the cabin grew sharper. All eyes turned to the village below.
